I love my mom, but she can drive me crazy some times. Case in point: picking up my relatives at the airport. Although in her defense, Monday's comedy of errors wasn't totally all her fault.
During the day, my mom was gracious enough to help take care of my eighteen month old daughter (Briana) while I did some work around the house. I took this week off from work because my aunt from Hong Kong was coming for a visit. At the same time, my brother (Eugene) was also coming up from Texas to spend time with my parents and my aunt. So it was going to be a big family week. Hence, the vacation.
Anyway, I did accomplish a lot of home improvement tasks around the house thanks to my mom during the day. Unfortunately, it was after that where things got a little crazy.
Originally, the plan was for me to pick up my brother at the airport because he was arriving earlier than my aunt. That plan was soon changed because my brother apparently was meeting an old co-worker when he arrived in Boston. So in the typical Chinese fashion of asking (ie. telling) me, I was asked to pick up my aunt instead.
Sure, no problem. My aunt's arrival time was at 19:27pm. I had calculated that as 7:27pm... as did my mom when I had first inquired about my aunt's arrival time. Naturally, somehow during the day, the arrival time became 17:27pm because my mom said she had told me the wrong time.
Two hours isn't a major difference. Unfortunately, the time impacts Briana. At 7:27pm, Briana is usually asleep. 5:27pm... not so much. Plus, 5:27pm impacts Karen's time because she doesn't get home until around that time and I was originally planning on having her watch Briana while I went to the airport.
Due to the change in time, I then asked Karen to meet me at my parents' (instead of home) to pick up Briana while I go to the airport. First obstacle taken care of.
While waiting for Karen at my parents, my brother called asking to be picked up at the train station. My parents do not live far at all from the train station, but my mom told my brother that we'd pick him up. Apparently, my brother also then wanted to go to the airport to pick up my aunt.
By the time I picked up my brother, it was about 6pm. Yes, that is after 5:27pm. Luckily, picking up my brother was a good thing because it made my mom get my aunt's itinerary. Sure enough, my aunt's arrival time was 7:27pm. So all that running around to get Karen to pick up Briana... useless.
The fun doesn't stop there. With the extra time to kill, my brother, my mother and I decided to just wait at my parents'. So midway through Wheel of Fortune, which is aired at 7pm, my father tries to rush us out of the house saying we're going to be late in picking up my aunt. My brother, who was tracking my aunt's flight via his iPhone, said the plane had not even arrived in Boston yet.
When the plane did arrive according to my brother's iPhone, we headed off to the airport. Now, I suck at picking relatives up at the airport. As the driver, I was more than happy to tell my brother and my mother to give me a call when they found my aunt at the airport. So off I went to the cell phone parking lot after dropping them off at the terminal. And there I waited... and waited... and waited.
Well over an hour later, I came to learn the following from my brother:
1) My mom and my brother could not locate my aunt;
2) My mom thought everyone looked like my aunt;
3) My mom panicked thinking she lost my aunt;
4) My aunt's flight arrived on time;
5) My aunt, however, was not on the original flight;
6) My aunt was delayed due to Customs, thus missing her original flight;
7) My aunt sent a text message indicating her delay to my brother;
8) My aunt unfortunately sent the text message to the wrong number;
9) My brother, my mom, and my aunt had to wait a while at the baggage claim for my aunt's suitcase;
10) My aunt's suitcase was 5 feet from where they were waiting and had been there for quite some time;
Fun times. I'm glad I waited in the cell phone parking lot. But at least the good news is that everyone arrived safely.
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I Suck At Bertucci's
Yesterday, Karen and I met my parents, my brother, my cousin (Betty) and her son (Marvin) for dinner. The restaurant: Bertucci's. Now, I suck at Bertucci's... although I must admit... I love their rolls.
Anyway, my family hardly goes out to eat. I think the main reason is because my parents would rather cook in the confines of their home. Plus, the unfamiliarity of non-Chinese food always places them out of their comfort zone. So, they usually bombard me with questions about whether a certain item on the menu tastes good and whatnot. And luckily for them, I have a hearty appetite so it's a good bet that I have tasted many of the entrees served at restaurants.
The special occasion yesterday for dinner was for my brother. My brother has been up from Texas... where the stars at night are big and bright... visiting for the week. As my brother was leaving today, the dinner would be sort of a farewell dinner for him from the family. So since the dinner was for my brother, my brother got to choose the restaurant of his choice, which ended up being Bertucci's. (Apparently, my brother chose Bertucci's because Texas does not have good pizza places.)
Needless to say, Bertucci's was delicious. I do thoroughly enjoy the pizza (and the rolls) at Bertucci's. Surprisingly, it was rather busy at Bertucci's... probably because it was Columbus Day and a good majority of people had the day off. Sadly, I was not one of the majority.
Anyway, it was a good dinner. After dinner, Betty cracked me up. Betty sometimes reminds me of the stereotypical Asian woman that they show on those Japanese game shows (and sometimes video games). I don't mean that in a bad way. And I'm not saying that she is a terrible driver or anything like that. What I mean is that she can be quite perky... like those Japanese women who jump around, smile, and clap with excited vigor.
That can be Betty. She's great that way. The cause for Betty's excitement... and her clapping and cheering... was that my brother said he would visit again next year. Mind you, since moving to Texas in 2003, my brother has not been back to Massachusetts. So for him to return next year would be quite a surprise. Needless to say, the possibility of my brother returning had Betty giddy with excitement.
Interestingly enough, my brother also gave me farewell hug after dinner. For anyone who knows me, they know that I am not one for hugs. Heck, I am not a big fan of the kiss on the cheek greeting either. I do not recall the last time my brother ever gave me a hug. In fact, I can't even remember the last time he did something to show that he cared about me.
So last night, it felt somewhat odd to receive a hug from my brother. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice gesture. Of course, if I were to receive a hug from one of my friends... it would also probably feel odd even though that too is a nice gesture.
Anyway, my parents were rather happy last night. I think they were just happy that the family was together one last time.
Anyway, my family hardly goes out to eat. I think the main reason is because my parents would rather cook in the confines of their home. Plus, the unfamiliarity of non-Chinese food always places them out of their comfort zone. So, they usually bombard me with questions about whether a certain item on the menu tastes good and whatnot. And luckily for them, I have a hearty appetite so it's a good bet that I have tasted many of the entrees served at restaurants.
The special occasion yesterday for dinner was for my brother. My brother has been up from Texas... where the stars at night are big and bright... visiting for the week. As my brother was leaving today, the dinner would be sort of a farewell dinner for him from the family. So since the dinner was for my brother, my brother got to choose the restaurant of his choice, which ended up being Bertucci's. (Apparently, my brother chose Bertucci's because Texas does not have good pizza places.)
Needless to say, Bertucci's was delicious. I do thoroughly enjoy the pizza (and the rolls) at Bertucci's. Surprisingly, it was rather busy at Bertucci's... probably because it was Columbus Day and a good majority of people had the day off. Sadly, I was not one of the majority.
Anyway, it was a good dinner. After dinner, Betty cracked me up. Betty sometimes reminds me of the stereotypical Asian woman that they show on those Japanese game shows (and sometimes video games). I don't mean that in a bad way. And I'm not saying that she is a terrible driver or anything like that. What I mean is that she can be quite perky... like those Japanese women who jump around, smile, and clap with excited vigor.
That can be Betty. She's great that way. The cause for Betty's excitement... and her clapping and cheering... was that my brother said he would visit again next year. Mind you, since moving to Texas in 2003, my brother has not been back to Massachusetts. So for him to return next year would be quite a surprise. Needless to say, the possibility of my brother returning had Betty giddy with excitement.
Interestingly enough, my brother also gave me farewell hug after dinner. For anyone who knows me, they know that I am not one for hugs. Heck, I am not a big fan of the kiss on the cheek greeting either. I do not recall the last time my brother ever gave me a hug. In fact, I can't even remember the last time he did something to show that he cared about me.
So last night, it felt somewhat odd to receive a hug from my brother. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice gesture. Of course, if I were to receive a hug from one of my friends... it would also probably feel odd even though that too is a nice gesture.
Anyway, my parents were rather happy last night. I think they were just happy that the family was together one last time.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
I Suck At Patriot Place
On Friday, I spent the entire day in Foxborough... home of the New England Patriots. With my brother up from Texas visiting for a week, one of the attractions that he wanted to visit was Patriot Place. Apparently, my brother has become quite the football fan since moving to Texas. (For anyone curious, my brother is a big Wes Welker fan. Previous to Welker, my brother's favorite Patriot was Adam Vinatieri... to which I wonder... who likes a kicker as a favorite football player?)
Anyway, I suck at Patriot Place. Truth be told, I haven't really walked around Patriot Place. The times I have been to Foxborough have been to attend the football game... or watch a Toad the Wet Sprocket concert... never just to hang around Patriot Place.
Needless to say, it was fun. I think my parents, who had never been to Patriot Place either, also had a great time. They must have been laughing and giggling all day. (And yes, I do have pictures to prove it.)
We started the day off by having lunch at CBS Scene. Naturally, as it was going to be a long day with my family, I had a martini. Booze is my friend. Just kidding.
After lunch, we headed to the Hall at Patriot Place presented by Raytheon. And that is when the fun started.
(Pictured below is my favorite Patriot, Tedy Bruschi... and Willie McGinest... celebrating their Super Bowl victory.)
The Hall was great. It is really well designed and quite interactive. I would definitely go back again. My family basically had a personal tour guide at the Hall. The employee at the Hall, was some older gentleman, whom we just ran into while place kicking.
There is a station where you can attempt to virtually kick a field goal. My mother was funny when she tried to kick the ball. The ball barely rolled along the ground when my mom kicked the ball.
Needless to say, the older gentleman working the place kicking station helped us throughout the Hall. He even took some pictures of us at one of the more fan favorite stations where people can actually adorn the uniform, pads, and shoes of three Patriot players. Those players were Rodney Harrison, Tom Brady, and former Patriot Richard Seymour. Interestingly enough, Richard Seymour wears size 17 shoes. Those shoes were enormous. (And you know what they say about men with big feet...) For anyone curious, I got to dress up as Rodney Harrison.
Anyway, it was a fun time at Patriot Place. My brother enjoyed it. My parents enjoyed it. It really was a nice time.
Anyway, I suck at Patriot Place. Truth be told, I haven't really walked around Patriot Place. The times I have been to Foxborough have been to attend the football game... or watch a Toad the Wet Sprocket concert... never just to hang around Patriot Place.
Needless to say, it was fun. I think my parents, who had never been to Patriot Place either, also had a great time. They must have been laughing and giggling all day. (And yes, I do have pictures to prove it.)
We started the day off by having lunch at CBS Scene. Naturally, as it was going to be a long day with my family, I had a martini. Booze is my friend. Just kidding.
After lunch, we headed to the Hall at Patriot Place presented by Raytheon. And that is when the fun started.
(Pictured below is my favorite Patriot, Tedy Bruschi... and Willie McGinest... celebrating their Super Bowl victory.)
The Hall was great. It is really well designed and quite interactive. I would definitely go back again. My family basically had a personal tour guide at the Hall. The employee at the Hall, was some older gentleman, whom we just ran into while place kicking.
There is a station where you can attempt to virtually kick a field goal. My mother was funny when she tried to kick the ball. The ball barely rolled along the ground when my mom kicked the ball.
Needless to say, the older gentleman working the place kicking station helped us throughout the Hall. He even took some pictures of us at one of the more fan favorite stations where people can actually adorn the uniform, pads, and shoes of three Patriot players. Those players were Rodney Harrison, Tom Brady, and former Patriot Richard Seymour. Interestingly enough, Richard Seymour wears size 17 shoes. Those shoes were enormous. (And you know what they say about men with big feet...) For anyone curious, I got to dress up as Rodney Harrison.
Anyway, it was a fun time at Patriot Place. My brother enjoyed it. My parents enjoyed it. It really was a nice time.
Friday, October 9, 2009
I Suck At Walden Pond
With my brother visiting from Texas... where the stars at night are big and bright... I took yesterday off from work. My parents, after all, wanted to do some family things together.
So naturally, what does my family do to spend time together? Apparently, my family goes shopping. Well, technically, there was a little more than just shopping. My parents wanted to go to dim sum first... and then shopping. And really, shopping was not in the plans for my parents. My brother really wanted to go shopping because he wanted to buy a new camera.
For anyone curious, we had dim sum at the Chau Chow City Restaurant on Morrissey Boulevard, which used to be Linda Mae's. I had never been to that particular Chau Chow City. I have been to the one in Chinatown and actually liked it. So, I was expecting the same at this non-Chinatown location. Truth be told, I liked the one in Chinatown better... not that this location was awful. It just was not the same as the one in Chinatown.
From there, we headed off for our shopping excursion. That shopping excursion consisted of a trip to our friendly sales tax free neighbor to the north: New Hampshire. It turns out that even though Massachusetts now has a 6.25% sales tax, the Massachusetts sales tax is less than Texas's 8%. Interestingly enough, Texas does not require the filing of state income taxes either. Oh, and apparently the public transportation in Texas is more of a joke than the MBTA. Who would have thought?
Anyway, my brother purchased the camera that he wanted. My big purchase was a pack of rechargeable batteries and some lawn fertilizer... exciting I know. After shopping, we decided to go for a little car ride. The destination: Walden Pond.
Now, I suck at Walden Pond. I have not been to Walden Pond in quite some time. I am guessing that the last time I went to Walden Pond was back in school, when the class took a field trip to learn about the writer, Henry David Thoreau.
My brother wanted to take a walk around the pond to take pictures of the fall foliage. And so... we did. I must say, Walden Pond was quite interesting. It's too bad I didn't remember anything about Walden Pond from before.
(Pictured below is a photo shoot at Walden Pond.)
When we arrived, there was a photo shoot going on at Walden Pond. Naturally, I intently watched as the model posed in the water... flipping her legs up. Now, that is talent.
Eventually, my family and I walked the trail around the pond. It was fun family bonding time. My brother got to take scenic pictures of the pond... a few chipmunks... leaves... etc; My mom and dad also had a good time. In fact, my father told me while we were walking the trail that he was so happy because it was the first time in quite a while where the family was all together. It made him feel good. Consequently, I felt happy to know that my father was in good spirits.
Anyway, I had fun at Walden Pond. I'm glad my brother wanted to go.
So naturally, what does my family do to spend time together? Apparently, my family goes shopping. Well, technically, there was a little more than just shopping. My parents wanted to go to dim sum first... and then shopping. And really, shopping was not in the plans for my parents. My brother really wanted to go shopping because he wanted to buy a new camera.
For anyone curious, we had dim sum at the Chau Chow City Restaurant on Morrissey Boulevard, which used to be Linda Mae's. I had never been to that particular Chau Chow City. I have been to the one in Chinatown and actually liked it. So, I was expecting the same at this non-Chinatown location. Truth be told, I liked the one in Chinatown better... not that this location was awful. It just was not the same as the one in Chinatown.
From there, we headed off for our shopping excursion. That shopping excursion consisted of a trip to our friendly sales tax free neighbor to the north: New Hampshire. It turns out that even though Massachusetts now has a 6.25% sales tax, the Massachusetts sales tax is less than Texas's 8%. Interestingly enough, Texas does not require the filing of state income taxes either. Oh, and apparently the public transportation in Texas is more of a joke than the MBTA. Who would have thought?
Anyway, my brother purchased the camera that he wanted. My big purchase was a pack of rechargeable batteries and some lawn fertilizer... exciting I know. After shopping, we decided to go for a little car ride. The destination: Walden Pond.
Now, I suck at Walden Pond. I have not been to Walden Pond in quite some time. I am guessing that the last time I went to Walden Pond was back in school, when the class took a field trip to learn about the writer, Henry David Thoreau.
My brother wanted to take a walk around the pond to take pictures of the fall foliage. And so... we did. I must say, Walden Pond was quite interesting. It's too bad I didn't remember anything about Walden Pond from before.
(Pictured below is a photo shoot at Walden Pond.)
When we arrived, there was a photo shoot going on at Walden Pond. Naturally, I intently watched as the model posed in the water... flipping her legs up. Now, that is talent.
Eventually, my family and I walked the trail around the pond. It was fun family bonding time. My brother got to take scenic pictures of the pond... a few chipmunks... leaves... etc; My mom and dad also had a good time. In fact, my father told me while we were walking the trail that he was so happy because it was the first time in quite a while where the family was all together. It made him feel good. Consequently, I felt happy to know that my father was in good spirits.
Anyway, I had fun at Walden Pond. I'm glad my brother wanted to go.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I Suck At Seeing My Brother
Yesterday, Karen and I had dinner at my parents. The big occasion was for my brother, who was up from Texas for the week for a little vacation. Now, I suck at seeing my brother.
I have not seen my brother for about six years. Shortly after Karen and I got married, my brother moved to Texas with his "friend", Paul. Interestingly enough, that just reminded me of the movie, Full Metal Jacket. To quote the movie: "Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy. And you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down."
Not that there is anything wrong with that of course. I would still love him. He's still my brother. I just wish he'd come out and say it were so and stop referring to Paul as his "friend" or "roommate". But I guess he's still not ready... or something.
Since moving down to Texas, my brother has not returned home to Massachusetts for a visit... until yesterday. Similarly, I have not gone down to Texas to visit him. My parents went several years ago, but I declined when they asked if I wanted to go with them to visit him. Consequently, it has been over six years since I last saw my brother.
I guess I am okay with that. My brother and I are not particularly close. Growing up, we used to do a lot of things together. Although I can't remember much from when I was young, my mother used to tell me that I would always do stuff for my brother. For example, if I received candy from one of my mom's friends, I would always make sure to get a piece of candy for my brother too.
We used to watch television a lot. My brother even got me into reading comic books when I was younger. Things started to change when he went to high school. Things were never the same between my brother and I since then. I think part of it was that my brother had to find out who he was first. It almost sounds like that Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints... the Mormons! commercial. I am also guessing that living in a household with a younger sibling who exuded awesomeness may have hampered things a little for my brother. Just kidding.
Needless to say, my brother and I are not close any more. I look at Karen's relationship with her sister/my favorite sister-in-law (Janine) and sometimes feel envious. Maybe things will change between my brother and I. Who knows? If Karen and I are ever lucky enough to have another child, it would be nice for our child to know his/her uncle.
Anyway, my brother arrived in Boston yesterday. As you can imagine, my parents were quite exited. My cousin (Betty) and her son (Marvin) also showed up for dinner. Dinner was good.
Marvin cracks me up. Marvin is in 8th grade. For Marvin, it was his first time meeting my brother. So naturally, he started asking my brother a bunch of questions. One of the questions Marvin asked my brother had me laughing in stitches.
Basically, Marvin found out how old my brother was. (My brother turned the big 4-0 this year.) Upon learning that my brother was 40, Marvin then asked my brother if he were a virgin. I chuckled. If only Marvin knew. Both Karen and my brother were surprised by the question because it seemed to have come from out of the blue. Having the same mentally as a 13 year old, I understood Marvin's train of thought. (For anyone curious, his question was related to the movie, The 40 Year Old Virgin... which Marvin claims he has never seen.)
Eventually, Karen and my brother figured out the train of thought that led to the question. It was just hysterical watching it unfold. Marvin was just a riot. He referred to all of us as being in a different timeline than him... which is somewhat true. After all, I remember when Karen and I took him and Betty to the airport. Marvin was just a baby then and Betty was going to raise him in Hong Kong for several years. How quickly they grow...
All in all, I had fun at dinner yesterday. I think Marvin definitely made the night interesting.
I have not seen my brother for about six years. Shortly after Karen and I got married, my brother moved to Texas with his "friend", Paul. Interestingly enough, that just reminded me of the movie, Full Metal Jacket. To quote the movie: "Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy. And you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down."
Not that there is anything wrong with that of course. I would still love him. He's still my brother. I just wish he'd come out and say it were so and stop referring to Paul as his "friend" or "roommate". But I guess he's still not ready... or something.
Since moving down to Texas, my brother has not returned home to Massachusetts for a visit... until yesterday. Similarly, I have not gone down to Texas to visit him. My parents went several years ago, but I declined when they asked if I wanted to go with them to visit him. Consequently, it has been over six years since I last saw my brother.
I guess I am okay with that. My brother and I are not particularly close. Growing up, we used to do a lot of things together. Although I can't remember much from when I was young, my mother used to tell me that I would always do stuff for my brother. For example, if I received candy from one of my mom's friends, I would always make sure to get a piece of candy for my brother too.
We used to watch television a lot. My brother even got me into reading comic books when I was younger. Things started to change when he went to high school. Things were never the same between my brother and I since then. I think part of it was that my brother had to find out who he was first. It almost sounds like that Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints... the Mormons! commercial. I am also guessing that living in a household with a younger sibling who exuded awesomeness may have hampered things a little for my brother. Just kidding.
Needless to say, my brother and I are not close any more. I look at Karen's relationship with her sister/my favorite sister-in-law (Janine) and sometimes feel envious. Maybe things will change between my brother and I. Who knows? If Karen and I are ever lucky enough to have another child, it would be nice for our child to know his/her uncle.
Anyway, my brother arrived in Boston yesterday. As you can imagine, my parents were quite exited. My cousin (Betty) and her son (Marvin) also showed up for dinner. Dinner was good.
Marvin cracks me up. Marvin is in 8th grade. For Marvin, it was his first time meeting my brother. So naturally, he started asking my brother a bunch of questions. One of the questions Marvin asked my brother had me laughing in stitches.
Basically, Marvin found out how old my brother was. (My brother turned the big 4-0 this year.) Upon learning that my brother was 40, Marvin then asked my brother if he were a virgin. I chuckled. If only Marvin knew. Both Karen and my brother were surprised by the question because it seemed to have come from out of the blue. Having the same mentally as a 13 year old, I understood Marvin's train of thought. (For anyone curious, his question was related to the movie, The 40 Year Old Virgin... which Marvin claims he has never seen.)
Eventually, Karen and my brother figured out the train of thought that led to the question. It was just hysterical watching it unfold. Marvin was just a riot. He referred to all of us as being in a different timeline than him... which is somewhat true. After all, I remember when Karen and I took him and Betty to the airport. Marvin was just a baby then and Betty was going to raise him in Hong Kong for several years. How quickly they grow...
All in all, I had fun at dinner yesterday. I think Marvin definitely made the night interesting.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I Suck At Celebrating My Brother's Birthday
Thursday happened to my brother's birthday. He turned a big whopping 4-0. Unfortunately, I suck at celebrating my brother's birthday. My brother and I are not that close. In fact, I hardly ever speak with him. The last time I spoke with my brother was probably in September of last year when I told him that he was an uncle with the birth of my son (Braden)... and then I told him the unfortunate news that Braden passed away.
I sometimes look at Karen's relationship with her sister and wonder what things would have been like if my brother and I were that close. Oh well. Anyway, I sent my brother a little happy birthday message on Thursday. He simply responded with a "Thanks". As much as I suck at celebrating my brother's birthday, at least I remembered the day. My parents actually forgot the day until I reminded them.
Anyway, to celebrate my brother's birthday, Karen and I hung out with my friends (Marc and Kelley). All right, so maybe we weren't celebrating my brother's 40th birthday. We actually met up to catch a couple of episodes of Angel.
Having gone out for trivia night on our usual Wednesday get-together, we would have had to waited until next week to catch up on Angel. So rather than wait, we decided to try another night of the week. That night: Thursday.
The episodes of Angel that we watched were: "Darla", about... Darla; and "The Shroud of Rahmon", about a shroud that makes people crazy. It's probably a no-brainer that I liked the Darla episode the best. After all, I am attracted to shiny objects... and Darla does happen to be one. So it works out.
After Angel, the four of us were able to watch the latest episode of Wipeout, which was always good for a laugh. All in all, it was a great time. Marc made pizza for dinner, which was delicious as usual. And for dessert, we had cookies and cream ice cream with special sauce. (Cue Rachael Ray's "Yum-O" sound.) The special sauce was a dessert sauce that Marc and Kelley picked up at the local farmers market. It was very good.
Anyway, I had a fun time. I hope my brother also had a good time celebrating his day. Happy birthday big brother.
I sometimes look at Karen's relationship with her sister and wonder what things would have been like if my brother and I were that close. Oh well. Anyway, I sent my brother a little happy birthday message on Thursday. He simply responded with a "Thanks". As much as I suck at celebrating my brother's birthday, at least I remembered the day. My parents actually forgot the day until I reminded them.
Anyway, to celebrate my brother's birthday, Karen and I hung out with my friends (Marc and Kelley). All right, so maybe we weren't celebrating my brother's 40th birthday. We actually met up to catch a couple of episodes of Angel.
Having gone out for trivia night on our usual Wednesday get-together, we would have had to waited until next week to catch up on Angel. So rather than wait, we decided to try another night of the week. That night: Thursday.
The episodes of Angel that we watched were: "Darla", about... Darla; and "The Shroud of Rahmon", about a shroud that makes people crazy. It's probably a no-brainer that I liked the Darla episode the best. After all, I am attracted to shiny objects... and Darla does happen to be one. So it works out.
After Angel, the four of us were able to watch the latest episode of Wipeout, which was always good for a laugh. All in all, it was a great time. Marc made pizza for dinner, which was delicious as usual. And for dessert, we had cookies and cream ice cream with special sauce. (Cue Rachael Ray's "Yum-O" sound.) The special sauce was a dessert sauce that Marc and Kelley picked up at the local farmers market. It was very good.
Anyway, I had a fun time. I hope my brother also had a good time celebrating his day. Happy birthday big brother.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I Suck At Celebrating My Brother's Birthday
august is turning out to be quite the birthday month... with my mom, my friends (andrea and cass) and now today...
today is my brother's birthday. too bad i suck at celebrating my brother's birthday. happy birthday big brother!
my brother currently lives... where the stars at night are big and bright... deep in the heart of texas... he moved there awhile ago because he had fallen in love with the city of san antonio. unfortunately, living in san antonio is not exactly the same as visiting san antonio as he apparently felt out of place while living there... probably because 1) he's not white... and 2) he's not exactly teeming with masculinity.
although my brother has yet to explicitly come out, he really isn't fooling anyone by referring to his long-term partner as his "roommate"... who he bought a house with in texas. i think it's unfortunate that my brother doesn't feel like he can come out and tell his family. my brother and i are not close anymore, not because of his brooding manhood... in general i think he just has a lot of other issues to work out. i look at karen and my favorite sister-in-law (janine)... my favorite brother-in-law (pj) and his two brothers... my friend (hot amy) and her sister (terri)... etc. as there is a long list of people and their sibling or siblings that i could name... and i sometimes feel envious because i wish my relationship with my brother were like theirs.
instead, my brother and i are a little distant. in fact, karen is probably closer to my brother than i am. growing up, i used to look up to my brother all the time. i thought my brother was the greatest thing since sliced bread. i was like that kid who always wanted to tag along with his big brother. i don't know what happened to change all of that. i'm sure my being the golden child didn't help much for him.
anyway, my brother has since moved to another part of texas near austin. last i heard, he was much happier there than in san antonio. regardless, happy birthday brother! i hope you enjoy your day! and for what it's worth... i still love you big brother.
today is my brother's birthday. too bad i suck at celebrating my brother's birthday. happy birthday big brother!
my brother currently lives... where the stars at night are big and bright... deep in the heart of texas... he moved there awhile ago because he had fallen in love with the city of san antonio. unfortunately, living in san antonio is not exactly the same as visiting san antonio as he apparently felt out of place while living there... probably because 1) he's not white... and 2) he's not exactly teeming with masculinity.
although my brother has yet to explicitly come out, he really isn't fooling anyone by referring to his long-term partner as his "roommate"... who he bought a house with in texas. i think it's unfortunate that my brother doesn't feel like he can come out and tell his family. my brother and i are not close anymore, not because of his brooding manhood... in general i think he just has a lot of other issues to work out. i look at karen and my favorite sister-in-law (janine)... my favorite brother-in-law (pj) and his two brothers... my friend (hot amy) and her sister (terri)... etc. as there is a long list of people and their sibling or siblings that i could name... and i sometimes feel envious because i wish my relationship with my brother were like theirs.
instead, my brother and i are a little distant. in fact, karen is probably closer to my brother than i am. growing up, i used to look up to my brother all the time. i thought my brother was the greatest thing since sliced bread. i was like that kid who always wanted to tag along with his big brother. i don't know what happened to change all of that. i'm sure my being the golden child didn't help much for him.
anyway, my brother has since moved to another part of texas near austin. last i heard, he was much happier there than in san antonio. regardless, happy birthday brother! i hope you enjoy your day! and for what it's worth... i still love you big brother.
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